Farming, hunting, plundering, fighting

Those tribes living in the Ural Mountains basically revolve their lives around these four things, whether it is the lowest warriors below, or the top tribal chiefs and spellcasters, there are no exceptions.

The only difference between them and the Scandinavian warriors was that they didn't like to have banquets, not because they didn't want to hold them, but because the environment they were in was too harsh, even worse than the Norwegian mountains.

The more famous killer beasts in the Norwegian mountains are wolves, white bears and white dragons, but in the Ural Mountains, adult red dragons and black dragons are only ordinary, and crystal dragons, hill giants, cyclops, etc. belong to the top of the food chain.

There are not many tribes here that belong to pure-blooded humans, and there are more species that are completely different from humans, such as goblins, ogres, and gnolls.

Now, there is a group of gnolls, hiding in the woods on both sides of the road, using rudimentary clothing made of leaves to cover their tracks, and at the same time, these gnolls are also covered up with special drugs to hide their smell.

They were not preparing to raid the caravans, but they were looking for tribes that also lived in the mountains, and their neighbors, as long as they were not of the same tribe, were not of their own.

These gnolls have even closed their eyes because they are afraid that their sight will expose their tracks, and with the unique talent of gnolls, only werewolves can match them in terms of smell.

In such fresh air, they can clearly detect the situation several kilometers away through the changes in the smell caused by the flow of air, which is a skill they rely on to survive in the Ural Mountains, which allows them to find their prey more easily and evade the predators more easily.

According to the past habits, they will not spend time on this, because such a fight will not benefit much except for casualties on both sides.

Living in such an environment, it is already very difficult to deal with those powerful beasts that do not know when they will appear, and it is already very difficult to save the tribe, and there is no need to add unnecessary battles.

Now that their lives have changed, they have no way to get the goods from the merchants from the outside world, and in order to make the life of their relatives in the tribe better and more stable, they are trying their best to collect what they can exchange with the merchants.

For example, all kinds of scarce magical materials, such as precious minerals and medicinal materials, such as slaves of other tribes, slaves of other races, among which slaves are the most valuable, and a minor child, even if it is a race like a goblin, can be exchanged for a small bag of food enough to live for a family for three days.

Then, the fight began, not for justice, nor for honor, the two sides who were fighting were simply to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Here it comes

All the gnolls in ambush in the woods began to hold their breath, and they were motionless as lifeless stones, and just around the corner not far from them, a group of goblins was appearing.

These goblins were driving a bull, and on the cart pulled behind the bull, there were several barrels containing the prey that had been killed, and judging by the faces of the goblins, they should have had a good harvest today.

Goblin individuals are indeed very weak, but with a certain command and weapons obtained from merchants, as well as certain traps and hunting skills, they can still hunt much stronger prey.

The goblins were very quiet, they watched their surroundings vigilantly, and they would not let their guard down until they returned to their tribe.

Just as they were about to step into the encirclement of the gnolls, the goblins led by the leader pulled the reins of the bull hard, forcibly stopping the ox cart, and behind him, those goblins all took weapons and walked down from the cart, carefully looking at the surroundings.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, the sound of insects chirping and birds flapping their wings, and there was no sign of an ambush, but the goblins still followed their leader's orders.

More than what he saw with his eyes, what he heard with his ears, what he heard with his nose asked, what the goblin leader believed was actually from his intuition, and there was no reason why he felt that there was danger here.

It feels like this, it feels like this, it feels dangerous, then it must be dangerous

And the gnolls, who were the ambushers, were not worried, because this road was the way to go, and those goblins did not have much food on them, and in such a dangerous environment, they had to return to the camp before the sun went down.

In such mountains, the night is much more dangerous than the day, and every morning, the tribe living here will find many strange traces, such as the mysterious disappearance of the owner of the tribe next door, or the sudden burning of the forest behind.

"Looks like luck, a bunch of goblins and a bunch of gnolls. ”

"Goblins don't know what the price is, and those factory owners don't want such slaves. ”

Neither side of the battle noticed that on top of the mountain, blending into their surroundings, were two humans, looking at the goblins and gnolls below with the eyes of a cargo of goods.

In such a dress, it can be seen that they are not the official people of the Baltic Empire, but the slave catchers of those former tribal leaders who are unwilling to lose power.

Now that the Baltic Empire is fully operational because of this local war, these people want to take advantage of the arrival of the army to gain war merits first, highlighting that they are more useful than the army.

This is not the first time that such a situation has been encountered for the slave catchers, who have come to this barren land from the civilized world, and their strength has shown an overwhelming advantage.

"Get ready to do it, don't let them fight. ”

"Hmm"

A slave catcher team of only two people, in the face of an enemy dozens of times their number, confident, without the slightest panic, jackals and goblins are weak races in their opinion, maybe in a large war, relying on numbers, formations and tactics can become strong, but in such a squad battle, weak is weak, and it is difficult to change.

"Protect me. ”

"Of course. ”

In the middle of the question-and-answer session, one of the two had already begun to prepare for magic, while the other held a shield and a one-handed sword in front of him, beware of possible surprises.

The wealth brought by the slave trade made powerful and skilled warriors and mysterious spellcasters unable to resist the temptation to put down their bodies and join the slave hunting team.

When the magic appeared, the figures of the two of them could not be concealed, and immediately attracted the attention of the gnolls and goblins below, without any hesitation, the gnolls quickly got up, and then ran towards the distance in a panic.

The goblins weren't much better, they just left their bulls and prey behind and fled in all directions, both the jackals and the goblins knew what it was like to meet a spellcaster in such a situation.

"It's really stupid, do you think you can still escape at this time?"

The warrior who was guarding sneered, he had seen this situation many times, but every time he saw it, he couldn't help but taunt a few words, because he knew that if he replaced himself with those goblins and gnolls, the outcome would not change much.

The caster is too powerful, and this strength is reflected in the fact that they have no defects, no matter what kind of environment they are dealing with, what kind of enemy they are facing, they can find a way to solve it.

【Swamp Technique】

The caster spread the spell with precision, keeping it at the feet of every fleeing gnolls and goblins, leaving them trapped in the swamp, unable to move, and slowly sinking.

There was no point in continuing to be quiet at this point, and the leader of the goblins and the leader of the gnolls began to use words to direct their warriors, getting them to get closer, holding each other's hands, trying to pull one out of the swamp, and then pull the other out.

"It's those devils!"

"Damn, those demons have their eye on us. ”

Not all the fighters were able to calmly accept orders, and some of them shouted hysterically, and the past few years were enough time for the news of these slave catchers to turn into rumors and cause them to fear.

Asking them to calm down will only turn into pale helplessness in such a situation, but the previous orders of the leaders of both sides, carried out, still let some of the gnolls and goblins out of trouble, and go to help other companions who have not escaped.

"Isn't it been too long since you fought, and your body is rusty?"

The warrior asked in a joking tone, because after the swamp technique, it should be the dungeon technique that trapped all these guys, and after trapping, after being stunned, the rest is the time to harvest the spoils.

In addition to many hunts and slave hunts, they have done this, and they have always been successful, without any accidents.

Then, until all the gnolls and goblins below were out of trouble, and he didn't get an answer from his companions, something that had never happened before, and he began to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Hey, talk, don't make jokes like that. ”

The warrior had sensed that something was wrong, his eyes had been on the goblins and gnolls to prevent them from charging here, he was alone, and even with his strong force, he couldn't kill so many enemies in a short period of time.

Another dozen seconds passed, and the warrior still did not get an answer from the caster, and the hairs on his whole body stood up, and he measured his head slightly, and looked at the place where his companion was out of the corner of his eye.

His fellow spellcaster was lying on the ground at this point, and although there was no smell of blood, judging from his chest, which had not heaved, he had lost his breath.

"Hey...... It's not funny at all. ”

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and the warrior nervously held the shield and one-handed sword in his hand, and slowly turned his body, he cared more about being able to kill his companions so easily, and he didn't know where the enemy was.

You must know that even spellcasters who focus on casting spells are not so easy to assassinate, and the defensive magic that spreads all over the space around them, as well as the large number of triggered spells on their bodies, can make them very difficult to kill.

"Kill him!"

The gnolls were now slowly walking towards here with their weapons in hand, and they had already seen the caster who had fallen to the ground silently, and they had seen the warrior who was looking at them nervously, and even the hand holding the weapon was beginning to tremble.

"Kill him!"

The goblins on the other side also rushed over, without any armor in their hands, but with wooden short bows, aiming at the warrior's various vital points.

“…… Damn it!"

The warrior cursed hatefully, he was cursing the enemy who appeared out of nowhere, killed his companions, cursed for being so unlucky, and he was also cursing for these weak goblins and gnolls who dared to attack him at this time.

The goblin was the first to attack, the bone arrows clanging into the warrior's armor, reckless in the hardness of the Jutland factory armor, which must have been smeared with a fierce poison from the blue glowing arrows.

The next attack was made by the gnolls, who attacked with catapults, again without any effect, but the gnolls and goblins succeeded in angering the warrior.

He had put the death of his companion behind him, or rather, he had forced himself to put such a thing behind him, to kill these gnolls and goblins first, and as for money and the commissions of his employer, he did not care.

The gnolls and goblins looked at each other, then turned their attention to the warrior, and although there was no verbal exchange, through the eyes of each other, the two sides agreed on the matter.

The warrior placed his shield in front of him and charged at the goblin, the poison used by the goblin was too limited for him, and it only took one hit to declare the battle a failure.

The goblins began to flee in all directions, and the gnolls on the other side threw down their catapults, which had no effect, and took up their weapons and lunged at the warriors, aiming at the joints of the armor and attacking.

"Fuck off, don't bother me!"

The warrior roared loudly, continued to quicken his pace, and with a thud fell into the mud swamp, the magic of his companion just now, imperceptible because of the color of the ground, and because of the anger that filled his brain.

The heavy armor on his body made it impossible for the warrior to even struggle, and he quickly sank downward, and the mud pouring through the cracks in the armor quickly robbed him of consciousness.

In the end, all that was reflected in the warrior's eyes was the glow of the sky dyed in a beautiful color by dusk.